People be like, “Smoking makes you less attractive”
250 Fortune Creek Lane. This house is gorgeous! (Video)
Apparently Blockbuster is no longer. I got a good chuckle out of this article, then I felt kind of sad. Even a trivial loss can be sad. I thought about how long it had been since I excitedly rode into town with dad to pick up 2 movies for the weekend (or 3, on a particularly good day). I thought about sleepovers at the Stevens’ house, when we would walk to Haggen’s at night and pick out a movie that would horrify our parents if they caught us watching it (which they usually did). I thought about how odd it was to have nostalgic feelings looking at this picture of the trademark blue box, because I always preferred Hollywood Video rentals for leaving the covers on.
But after thinking those things, I was happy. I could denounce Netflix and Redbox for killing off movie rental stores, taking much of the charm out of the selection and watching process. At this point, though, my more natural reaction is to be content with the memories they gave. Having no idea what to expect with this “FORREST GUMP” that dad brought home. Grabbing movies off the rack and pitching them with awkward hints to whoever had the credit card. Teaching myself to decipher the pretentious vocabulary (which I was then fascinated by) of the MPAA Ratings.
Because ultimately, of course, what made those memories special wasn’t the store.
Antiquity, like every other quality that attracts the notice of mankind, has undoubtedly votaries that reverence it not from reason but from prejudice. Some seem to admire indiscriminately whatever has been long preserved, without considering that time has sometimes cooperated with chance; all perhaps are more willing to honor past than present excellence; and the mind contemplates genius through the shades of age, as the eye surveys the sun through artificial opacity.
The great contention of criticism is to find the faults of the moderns and the beauties of the ancients. While an author is yet living we estimate his powers by his worst performance; and when he is dead we rate them by his best.
The Preface to Shakespeare